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"Honey this is my sister, and this is her husband" said the girl introduced Diva.
"I know you, he's my old schoolmate, we're old" Irfan replied.
Yes the man is Irfan, since the incident of the collision that night Irfan kept thinking on the figure of the Girl. But the good fortune next to him once again they were reunited since then the two became close, and now they have been made and Irfan is determined to throw away his love feelings that clap one hand. It may be hard to forget the first love for Irfan, but he is determined to give his love to the Diva's successor in his heart.
Lama Irfan pondered the words of Adefa and Aryana that love should not have, from which Irfan realized he loved Diva but his soul mate is not for Diva. Then he decided to pursue love Girl, which turned out to get a reply. Irfan finally knew the meaning of loving someone, if love is not reciprocated as hard as we struggle will not get results. But now he feels real happiness because his love has been reciprocated even though not with Diva.
"I think he wants to take my wife" Darmendra murmured inwardly.
"So you guys are already?" ask Diva.
"Yes a week ago" replied Irfan.
"Congratulations, I pray you guys are happy, then we'll pick you up at school" Diva.
"School has come home since, '" Irfan.
"Our son is already in 9th grade or Junior High" said Darmendra proud of himself.
"Well, aren't they...?" Irfan did not continue his words because it had been cut by Darmendra first.
"Yes they are still small, but they are very genius.Even hacking companies they want can also." Darmendras.
"Hubby...! Diva, but Darmendra is still proud to show off her cymbular genius.
Irfan was of course shocked, it turned out that what he heard from Adefa and Aryana was true.
"Yes, then we say goodbye, and thank you for the cake." Divas.
"Same, next time stop by again brother, take sikembar." Girl-girl.
"Darling you said you were just an only child, but...?" Irfan.
"Yes, he's already I consider my own real brother, even if there's no blood ties." Girl-girl.
Irfan finally understood, without explanation at length, then the girl told the past when they were together in the village, always together playing together.but when Diva was 10 years old her parents moved to the city. But the land of the house in the village is still there and it's all been diverted in the name of Diva. But since Diva's parents died, Diva lives a kara from there she learned to live independently and learn martial arts in order to protect herself.
Darmendra and Diva have now arrived at school sikembar, they are waiting sikembar out of class, Diva cool to eat the cake that she had bought and it tastes good.
Not long after the school students scattered out, each met their invitation. Diva is still paying attention to sikembar but there is no sign yet will come out. Then Diva got out of the car and followed Darmendra also out of the car.
Arriving in front of class 9 Darmendra and Diva met the teacher who taught in class 8. and Diva asked.
"Sorry Mom, have you seen me?" ask Diva.
"Oh my sister is in the principal's room" replied Ms. Erina.
"Indeed my child is doing something wrong, ma'am" asked Diva, Diva would be worried if her son made a mistake until called the Headmaster.
The teacher smiled, "no ma'am, it's just that next month there will be a smart student competition.who will win will be taken out of the country to participate in the math and science olympiad" Erina said.
Diva was relieved to hear the explanation from the teacher. Darmendra and Diva rushed to the headmaster's room.
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"It just so happens that young master and young mistress Henderson come" said Mr. Fredi.
"What's really going on, sir?" ask Diva as if she doesn't know.
"Look at the young mistress." Mr. Fredi's words came to a halt.
"Don't call the young lady sir, just call her name" Diva said.
"It would be impolite to just call his name" said Mr. Ferdi.
"Just follow what my wife said, Mr. Fredi before he went berserk." Darmendras.
Gleek.
"Look Miss Diva, we will hold a selection of intelligent students, another month will be contested between provinces, and we agreed to nominate your children and misses to participate in this competition, he said, if it will win and will be contested again between countries" said Mr. Fredi explained.
"All the decisions are with my son Sir, I can only support whatever decision they take" Darmendra said.
"What about you guys?" ask Diva.
"Sorry Mommy we have agreed not to participate in this competition, better leave it to other students, they are no less intelligent." Ram.
"Father has heard my son's answer..!" Darmendras.
"Can't be considered again sir, it's a pity that they don't participate, among all the students of this one school only they are the smartest, think fast and answer right." said Mr. Rahmat who used to underestimate cymbals, but now even praise cymbals intelligence.
"Sorry sir, I told my son that if they say no, I will support him and vice versa." Darmendras.
The faces of the teachers in the room looked grim, they were disappointed with the cymbals' decision.they wanted to include cymbals not without reason, in addition to the genius of the name of the school will also get praise.
"Are you sure of your decision?" ask Diva.
"Remain Mommy, and our decision has been unanimous," Ray, if Ray has spoken up his other brother brother can not argue, if A said Ray then A also for them.
"We as parents apologize for our son's decision, and we also cannot impose their will" Diva said.
"We understand miss, but if the master's and the lady's children change their minds immediately contact us, for the time being we will look for a replacement for them" Mr. Fredi.
"Well sir, then we'll excuse you" Diva.
Then they came out of the room, Mr. Fredi and other teachers were very disappointed they agreed to re-select the students they would choose later if they did not need to be selected again. Darmendra and his family are already in the school parking lot.
"Where are we?" ask Darmendra when they're in the car.
"Restaurant xxx, we eat lobster," said Diva while licking her lips as if the food was already in her mouth.
"Agreed...!" kompak sikembar.
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